He didn't know what was wrong with her, but in his subconscious, he knew that as a virgin, he had probably stretched it a lot. He had pounded his sist...r's pussy so many times in the last couple of days that something so delicate and unused to foreign intrusion must naturally be sore. Hell, he could feel that his own sex was more sensitive after so many times.Kathy was now used to seeing her brother's penis frequently stiff. It was like forgetting what Dr. Jekyll looked like. She had the best. He nodded once, and we went over to Sandy. It was hard to tell the extent of what had happened to her. Her clothes were still mostly on, but were badly torn in places ... especially her shirt. But, she seemed to still be wearing her underwear, which would rule out one of my worst fears for her.She had been awake, also, and was staring at us; but gagged, so she couldn't say anything. Which was strange because Charlie had not been gagged. While I cut off the restraints holding her limbs, Charlie. ”They both laughed.“Where are the children by the way?”“Rosina’s looking after them. That’s what we wanted to talk to you about.”“Oh no. I’ve gotta go.”And suiting action to words I struggled to my feet and kissed each one. They were particularly enthusiastic, until Sandy suggested that they didn’t run ‘that’ kind of establishment and would we like to take it else where.“Yes!” said the girls in unison.“No! I really have got work to do.” I said and left.On the way back to the car park I passed. This served various purposes. One, it gave the slave a first glimpse of what they might expect from their servitude. He always used them hard the first time. Two, he would learn how far he could take a slave without further training. He could assess what that training might be and then the proper personnel to administer it. Three, it allowed him to classify his slaves. The Third Class slaves were deemed unfuckable. They were either too timid, too afraid, too frigid or physically.